Nocturnal Part 2

Amara took note that his fangs had retracted quite a bit, and so had her own. Her famished belly was not so keen any longer, but neither was she fully sated. Certainly not as sated as her male clearly was. All of his desperation and dominance had subsided into lazy contentment. He had, she realized, taken far more from her than she had taken from him.

Taken blood.

Reality suddenly rushed in on Amara with horrifying coldness and she shoved hard against the man lying heavily on top of her, his p.e.n.i.s still half hard and deep inside of her. He rose up at her urging, his hands braced by her shoulders, and the minute he saw the look on her face, the chill of knowing rode over him just as fast and hard. His sea-green eyes widened as they raked down over their naked, bloodstained bodies.

Nick surged off of her and the bed in a single violent movement, hurtling himself away until his back hit the opposite wall of the small cell.

"Oh, my G.o.d," he rasped. "What-What have I done? What did they do to us?"

Amara sat up and together they looked at the evidence before them. Her nails had grown long and curved, as sharply pointed as a cat's with a visible quick under the opaque white. Yet, even as she watched with her heart racing, they began to retract and re-form until they eventually became a set of beautifully long, feminine nails that were armor hard and brightly healthy. She had always had such weak, flimsy nails that the difference made quite an impact on her. Nick was watching the same thing happen for himself. His talons had been thicker, a little bit darker, and visibly stronger than her own. When they fully retracted, though, they were a tiny bit long for a man, but not as hers were.

Almost simultaneously, they both reached to touch their protruding teeth. All the rest were quite normal, just as squared off and blunt as always, perfect for gripping and holding prey while the newer teeth did the job of puncturing. Again, even as they examined themselves, the changed attribute began to withdraw from their ready positions, making Amara's jaw ache as everything seemed to s.h.i.+ft. The fangs, she realized, were not a part of the front row of natural teeth, but were instead extraneous to them, set flush in front of them. They were also at a distance of about an inch apart from one another. Once they were fully retracted, they were no more than white pointed nubs hidden beneath her lips even when she smiled her widest.

Amara watched as Nick looked down at his resting c.o.c.k, examining himself a little tentatively. She recalled how enormous he had been and realized why he was curious. Even without being erect, he was still of impressive size, but she had no idea if this was normal for him or not. Her slightly sore v.a.g.i.n.al walls were ready to guess not not.

"f.u.c.k," Nick hissed. "I never lacked for size, but this is ridiculous."

Well, Amara thought, Amara thought, that answers that question that answers that question. What was strange, however, was that she took note of each physical difference almost clinically. She saw the benefits to having stronger nails, teeth that could tear, and a lover with a gorgeously huge c.o.c.k.

And that that made her really realize what they'd done to each other. Not only had they thrown away all inhibitions and had mad, animalistic s.e.x together in spite of being absolute strangers, made her really realize what they'd done to each other. Not only had they thrown away all inhibitions and had mad, animalistic s.e.x together in spite of being absolute strangers, but they had drunk each other's blood but they had drunk each other's blood.

Sick. She was going to be sick. Amara was sure of it. Covering her mouth, she raced to the bathroom sink. Her body heaved, wanting to throw up what her human mind needed to reject as an act of horror, but nothing came. Nick, who had followed her in, was looking gray and distraught beside her.

"What have they done to us?" She echoed his earlier query, her voice strained as her body hunched over the sink and tried again to reject the meal she'd made of him. But even as this happened, another part of her brain warred with her over it, arguing that the warmth and spicy flavor of him had been the best meal of her entire life. She'd never known such satisfaction or such pleasure.

"Amara, I'm so sorry. G.o.d, look at what I did to you," he choked out, reaching to touch her bloodied, wounded hips where he'd clawed into her.

"It doesn't hurt," she said quite honestly. "Just stings a little." She splashed water over her face and drank the coolness from her fingers. She wiped her face against her arm and stood up straight to examine him. "Turn around."

Nick hesitated, the avoidance of his usually direct eyes confirming what she already knew. She reached for him and, after a look of admonition, turned him gently between her hands. She saw the raw slices of her nails down his back, and even deep into his b.u.t.tocks, which she didn't as easily recall doing as she did the other.

"Does it hurt?" she had to ask, her fingertips ghosting over the wounds. Then she reached up to touch his neck, where she could see the savage bite of her very own teeth torn into his flesh. But she could also see he was already healing from the damage. She had ripped him up unthinkingly, but despite the ugly look of the melded wound, it was clearly sewing itself together again. "You're healing," she marveled.

Nick turned and reached for the breast he had bitten, gentle fingers cupping her warmly even as he stroked his thumb over the deep punctures and surrounding bruises. "So are you," he noted. "Amara, I never wanted..." He swallowed loudly, remorse and distress resonating deep into his intense green gaze.

"Neither did I. You aren't to blame any more than I am. I knew the minute they threw me in here we were in trouble no matter what we did. I've seen too many things here."

She squeezed past him and tapped the water temp panel for the shower. The cube was quite small, but she reached for him regardless and drew him under the spray with her. Amara figured there was no need to be shy anymore, and she wasn't quite ready to be left alone just yet. She hoped he didn't balk, and she smiled when he obeyed the silent request to join her. She felt the sting of the hot water in the many p.r.i.c.ks and cuts on her body, and when he winced ever so slightly she could imagine it was quite a lot worse for him since she'd tracked up his back pretty fiercely.

"Let's avoid soap," she advised as she ran her hands down over his chest and helped the water run red with his blood. "Are you dizzy or anything? You lost a lot of..." Amara frowned. Nick reached up quickly to cradle her cheek against his palm, his thumb rubbing away the lines of distress between her brows.

"No. Not at all. I feel fine. Strangely, better than fine. Don't worry. I did my share of damage, too."

"There are no towels," she noted.

"We'll have to settle for the heat dryer. I hate the d.a.m.n things, but there isn't much of a choice."

Nick gently rubbed his free hand down over her chest, rinsing away places where blood had dried on her skin. A mixture of his and of hers. Suddenly, Amara wanted more of his gentility. There was something very compelling about his animalistic mastery, and she wouldn't kid herself about how it had felt despite how it had come about, but she also craved this human kindness from him. It was almost as if she yearned for the balance of it.

He turned off the water and hit the drying switch. Bright heat lights flared on over them and warm air blasted against their bodies. Nick turned her, lifting her hair, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and skimming down her body again and again until she was mostly dry. He even made her step her feet wide apart to dry her between her legs, his fingers stroking through tight pubic curls and beyond. He turned her and very familiarly cupped her backside, parting her cheeks and very intimately made certain she was dry there as well. Amara flushed as his touch ran over her. There had been a time when she would never have allowed such familiarity. Now, she had no more secret or sanctified places on her body after three months at the whim of medics, doctors, and others who couldn't care less about her modesty. But at least with Nick it felt welcome. Like a choice. Odd, since it was clear choice had been manipulated in both of them. But at this moment, it was voluntary.

They stepped out of the shower and the instant she was away from the warmth of his body and the dryer, she began to s.h.i.+ver, wrapping herself up in her own arms.

Nick reacted immediately, drawing her against his own warmth and leading her out of the chilled bathroom to find the blanket she'd abandoned earlier. He wrapped them up together and, after flipping over the b.l.o.o.d.y mattress, drew her down onto the bed. "Seems cuddling is the least I can do after all else I've done to you," he joked a bit grimly. Amara appreciated the humor, black as it was.

"I wonder what will happen now. I'm afraid of what will happen next. I know they are watching us. They know we're done doing what they wanted us to do." She had no more caution, no more reason to be shy or withdrawn, so it allowed her a new freedom. She exercised it as she touched him over his chest, rubbing a thumb over a Land Corps tattoo on his biceps. He had served in the military. He was a cop. Everything about him evidenced that he was a man who wanted to do good, but he had to do it in rough and tough ways. The beast he had become under the duress of the experimenters' drugs had probably already existed in part inside of him. She had easily seen his aggressive tendencies the moment she'd first seen him in the common room. She imagined he would have been a dominant lover even under normal circ.u.mstances. But she also sensed he would have been far more attentive, and much more caring of his partner's needs. His actions in the shower had made that clear to her.

For herself, after having grown up dest.i.tute and living half her life on streets far too dangerous for a child, she knew there was an animal inside of her as well. She had repressed it and every other emotional reaction she'd ever had as she had turned herself into a labor machine. Work, eat, sleep. Work, eat, sleep. There had been comfort in that. It kept her isolated and insulated. She didn't have to fight for food, for her body, or for her life. Until this very moment, she had continued to react numbly to what had happened to her, perhaps having given up even before she had gotten there. But in the end, she had been herself, numb or not. What they had done these past three months had altered all of that. Taken her all away.

Made her into what they had wanted her to be.

Now, Amara felt as though she had just wakened from a long, paralyzing coma. Perhaps it was seeing what had happened to Nick while looking into sea-green eyes turned savage and outrageously wild. Or she was more inclined to believe it had been that moment of reckoning striking with guilt and horror across his face when he'd seen the blood on their bodies. It surprised her to realize that what happened to someone else really did matter to her. She had spent a very long time convincing herself otherwise, figuring it was just easier that way.

But it was different suddenly. She felt energized and revitalized and...

Powerful.

Whole. That was it. She suddenly felt like missing parts of herself had been retrieved and connected to her soul where they belonged. It was such an elemental sensation and so very raw at heart. And she knew, somehow, that it was because fate had thrown her into Nick's path.

"I don't want them to take me away," she blurted out suddenly.

"They can't take you away," he said, his voice suddenly low and rough. There was such a deep-seated level of threat and, seeing how his eyes flashed virulent green wildfire, she believed him. He dragged her up closer, rubbing his face against her hair and locking a leg around both of hers as if that would keep them from taking her when the time came. But the truth was they weren't the ones with the ultimate power in the end.

They were. The experimenters. were. The experimenters.

Except now, their experiments had suddenly developed very interesting new strengths.

"Do you think what they have done is permanent?" she whispered.

"Feels like," he said just as softly, not knowing if it helped them speak privately or not. "Drugs don't grow body parts. I think they f.u.c.ked with our genetics."

"Maybe we're the end result of all the trial and error they've been doing. They culled out all the weakest of us. You are the first new person we've seen in ages, and like you said, you were chosen deliberately because you were snooping around where they didn't want you."

"From what I learned," Nick replied, his frown hidden in her hair, "the Phoenix Project is supposed to be some kind of anti-aging protocol."

"Great, so they make vampires out of us?" Amara couldn't believe she'd had the temerity to say it aloud. It seemed so ridiculous, but at the same time it was the best description. "I wonder what else it does to us. Did. Did to us. Are we immortal? Will we go 'poof' in sunlight?"

"I'm sure they are testing those theories on some poor a.s.sholes as we speak. But they must have known about the animalistic need to mate and feed, otherwise why pair us up so fast?"

"You think we can eat regular food still?"

"We can drink water. You proved that."

"Oh, hey. I did, didn't I?" She sighed. "I have to admit, I am scared to find out the answers to all of this. Worse, it scares me to think of this savagery being let loose inside of some of the nasty weirdos we have around here. They brought in a really large group with us, and we probably weren't the only ones. Raul, the medic on my floor, said it was a 'big day today.' Maybe they culminated this part of the project? Maybe everyone was changed?"

"We won't know until and if they let us back into the general populace. But here's the part that freezes my soul, Amara. My investigation, the one that led me here? It was in pursuit of a rash of kidnappings."

"I know. That's how they get us."

"No, honey. I mean kidnappings. As in kids kids. They've got children here, too."

Chapter 5.

Nick dozed off in spite of himself. Considering all he'd been through that day (though he doubted it was the same day), it was to be expected. There was also the factor of the warm, very sweetly curved woman who had turned her back to his chest and was spooned up against him, her bottom snuggled tightly into the lee of his hips and her ankles clinging around his.

It had been a long time since he had lain like this with a woman. He'd been so d.a.m.ned busy lately; he had hardly had time to catch the quick, occasional screw with Lydia in the apartment three doors down from his. She was fun, casual, and had nice t.i.ts, and didn't expect anything more than a good o.r.g.a.s.m from him. That had suited him just fine. Overtime and undercover work had made everything else unfeasible. Far be it from him to start something he couldn't invest the proper time to. It wouldn't have been fair to a woman if he had.

But everything was so different now. Not just being torn out of his life so harshly, either. As far as he was concerned, this was just a temporary glitch. He'd had undercover work go deadly wrong before and was alive to tell the tales, and while this was obviously much, much worse than the worst-case scenario, he still believed there had to be a way out.

He was beginning to think his captors had handed it to him on a silver platter. What if he could figure out how to call up all this new natural weaponry on command? What else was involved in this anyway? Strength? Was he stronger than before? He certainly felt physically more powerful. However, he also felt he had traded it for some mental stability. Every so often a surge of primal instinct would overrun him. He was finding it was usually somehow connected to thoughts a.s.sociated with the female lying asleep beside him.

Whatever logic or reasonable social norms his brain was used to, he knew it had all been thrust aside and there was now a single irrefutable fact. Amara was his mate. For now, forever. Instinct drove the knowledge into him. It didn't care that he knew next to nothing about her. It didn't feel fazed in the least by her status as a stranger. There could be a thousand things wrong with her to make her incompatible with the man Nick was.

But she was the perfect mate for the beast he had become. She smelled like divinity to him, the aroma of her a constant depth of allure. Now it was deeply imbedded with his, and that pleased his new beast to no end. He smelled their s.e.x on them, as well as the blood they had both shed, but more crucial than that was the understanding that they had both changed on some kind of chemical pheromone level. This essential alteration was what marked her as his, just as it marked him as hers. Somehow, he realized, the rest would have to follow this forcefully laid path.

He expected to feel a bit panicked by the noose this created around him, and by the implications that made him suddenly responsible for someone other than himself for the first time in a long time. However, it just wouldn't come. In fact, he was feeling quite the opposite. He felt eager to keep her close and protected, even relis.h.i.+ng the idea of fending off others who might try to take her from him. He would prove himself worthy of his choice. He had no doubt about that.

Nick felt a streak of possessive need rus.h.i.+ng dizzily through him, and before he realized it, he was stroking a proprietary hand along the length of her body until he was clutching her full breast in the seat of his palm and leaving bruising fingerprints in his wake. It wasn't until he smelled fresh blood that he realized his talons had extended back out, p.r.i.c.king her delicate flesh.

He would remember that. These possessive thoughts seemed to trigger their appearance. Meanwhile, he felt badly for scratching her again, so he turned her gently onto her back and bent to lick a tender tongue over the wounds. The flavor of her blood was intensely narcotic, not to mention how it felt to nuzzle himself all around her breast. He began to grow hard again, but he warned himself that this time nothing would come of it. She was exhausted, her pale skin showing dark circles beneath her eyes. He wanted to lick her there as well, all of a sudden, so he did. The instinct was quite strong, as if he believed he could heal her with the action of his stroking tongue. The truth was, the wounds at his neck and on her breast had healed far more rapidly than the shallower ones elsewhere on their bodies. He suspected their saliva might now carry some kind of healing salve that helped to close the wounds they created. Perhaps all wounds. This, he realized, could be extremely useful to know.

Nick would never have admitted it to Amara, but these drastic changes terrified him. It was clear the scientists of the Phoenix Project had no sense of ethics or moral rect.i.tude, their practices shoddy and even bordering on demented. That people like that were behind what was happening to their bodies made him fear for the stability of it all. It was already very obvious they had unleashed something within both of them that had probably been bred out of their species through hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, lending a hand to becoming a so-called civilized species.

Were they really purposely trying to make vampires? If so, to what end? Immortality? And it was also clear that these savages inside of them could be put aside. Could be hidden away. Perhaps even controlled. Maybe the intensity and violence of need they'd experienced was because they were "new" or because of the trauma of the changes in their bodies....

They would never know enough, he supposed. He hadn't said anything to Amara, but he realized that if they weren't exactly what these people were looking for, the odds were frighteningly in favor of them being discarded and destroyed in favor of the next batch of guinea pigs. He hoped to G.o.d they were at least close to what they were looking for. It could buy him the time he needed to get them out of this place. At the very least, he had to try. In the final a.n.a.lysis, all roads led to a bad end for them.

And it wasn't just Amara he was worried about. He had seen the children's center. When he'd first been captured, he'd been given a mocking, gloating tour by some maniac in a white coat named Dr. Paulson who'd shown him the building housing what had to easily be five hundred children.

"Orphanages. Gangs. You'd be surprised how often our society discards its young like trash," Paulson said, tsking his tongue and shaking his head. "We are hoping to improve these types of human flaws by bringing out the best in our instincts."

"Mrs. Rockwell's third-grade cla.s.s wasn't full of orphans," Nick spat at the other man. Paulson was tall, elegant, and pretty much everything a handsome, brilliant middle-age doctor should appear to be, but Nick could see the feverish existence of a damaged, fanatical mind behind those deceptive blue eyes.

"Well, they are now. Their parents gave up looking for them."

"Because their bus was found at the bottom of the fastest running river in the States! With only ten miles to the ocean outlet, they knew there was no hope of recovering their bodies!"

"But you you didn't give up, now did you, Agent Gregory? Seems you cared more about them than those who sp.a.w.ned them. I think that will make you an excellent volunteer for our Project." didn't give up, now did you, Agent Gregory? Seems you cared more about them than those who sp.a.w.ned them. I think that will make you an excellent volunteer for our Project."

Nick closed his eyes and found himself squeezing hold of the warm female. She made a responsive sound and it was almost enough to make him put aside worrying about how much trouble they were really in. When she wriggled a bit against his awakening c.o.c.k, he squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to think of something other than how tight and how eagerly hot she had felt as she had surrounded him earlier. He was amazed he remembered any of the details. At the time, he had just been about the possession, the thrust, and the climax. Just the same, it had also all been about the woman. The smell of her, the glorious flavor of her...both with and without the depth of her blood.

G.o.d, he still craved that depth, he realized. Not with the reviling hunger that had forced him to take from her, just as it had forced her to take from him, but there was no denying the desire and appeal of it that still lived within him. However, it was no more powerful than the desire he had just then to know the flavor of her p.u.s.s.y. Now, in the stillness of his human self, he realized just how much he desired to know her in normal physical ways. Was it even possible? Would that savage inside overtake him once he became heavily aroused by her?

He was going to find out soon enough, he realized grimly. The more he thought of having her, the more his body demanded follow-through. Letting her sleep was no longer an option, though he cursed himself for the inconsiderate selfishness this beating need forced on him, and would now force on her.

Oh yes, the beast was rousing, he understood. The question was, would Nick be able to exert any control? At the moment, despite the demand pounding insistently through him, he didn't feel blinded or overrun in any way. He was pulsing fully hard along her hip, his erection rubbing against her already in absent request, but he was determined to maintain his civilization this time.

There had to be a "this time." He should have asked. He shouldn't just take. However, this was the one thing he knew he couldn't gainsay at the moment.

Pounding, relentless need for her.

Nick decided to stop wasting time trying to fight what was inevitable. Just in case he completely lost his mind, he wanted to at least have made a preliminary show of being attentive to her needs. Rising up on an elbow, he dipped his head and caught her lips in a gentle, wakening kiss. His free hand was still at her breast, still sporting curved claws, but he sc.r.a.ped them gently across her nipple without breaking her skin.

Amara sighed into his mouth, her lips parting as her eyelashes fluttered in place. She squirmed when he stimulated her, making a sound of protest as she was drawn from sleep, and one of pleasure when she found her mouth full of his probing kiss. She moaned softly, then louder as he tugged on her nipple sharply. Her hand curled into his hair at the back of his head, holding him to her return kisses.

It was several minutes before she pulled back and asked, "Aren't you afraid of how we'll be with each other?"

He realized he wasn't. Not afraid. He knew, just like he seemed to just "know" so much so suddenly, that he would never cause her permanent harm. She was his to protect, even from himself.

"I'm more afraid of how we will be if we keep away from each other," he remarked baldly. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You feel that too?" she asked.

"Yeah. Very much. It's pretty brutal, actually." As he spoke, Nick trailed sharply tipped fingertips down over her ribs and belly. He raked claws through curls and dipped between her legs as gently as he could. Amara helped him out by parting her legs wide for him, not showing even an instant's trepidation. What made her so brave? he wondered. How could she so willingly turn herself up to him after the way he had been with her?

"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered softly as she reached to kiss his cheek. She nuzzled him and ejected a contented sound from her throat as she so obviously took in his scent down the length of his neck. She licked over his pulse again and again, her teeth nipping at him with sharp points that told him her fangs were now in play. As yet, his were not.

Not knowing how long he would have that advantage, Nick surged over her and began to devour the delectable tastes of her body. Neck first, then nipples and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. At the same time, his fingers drifted between her l.a.b.i.a, searching for her c.l.i.t in the sea of ready wetness that greeted him.

Amara gasped when a talon found it first, p.r.i.c.king her sharply. But before he could curse himself for it, he heard her moan and felt her purposely writhe against his fingertips until it happened a second time.

"Oh, G.o.d," she groaned, "why do I like that?"

d.a.m.ned if he knew, but Nick wasn't the type to waste information. Promising himself to get back to the rest of her body later, he slid down between her thighs, pressing against the back of one to push her wider open. Her pubic hair was so fair that it was almost translucent. This left him with a slash of pretty flesh in a surprisingly deep pink. Or maybe it just seemed that way against the paleness of her skin and hair. The dark claws tipping his fingers looked obscene among all of that delicacy, but there was no denying the flow of aroused juices dripping from her.

To say nothing of the smell of her.

Now he felt the aching presence of his rousing fangs as they began to push from their retraction. Not knowing if they would interfere with what he wanted, he quickly lowered his mouth to her heated s.e.x. He lapped at her slowly, ignoring everything else just to savor the way she tasted across his tongue. He realized in that moment that his sense of taste had mutated into something wildly sensitive and sharp. Oh, women had always tasted good, and always so different from one another, but he knew immediately that there were depths and nuances to her he was sensing and tasting that he simply should not be able to.

Like...he knew she wasn't ovulating. How he knew that was beyond him, but it was like the other mating instincts. He just knew. Without a doubt. He also knew that it would change within a matter of days. She would come into heat then, and then he could put his babies into her.

This was a thought that would normally have terrified Nick Gregory, since he'd had no fast desires to father a child. Yet, in that moment, all it did was make his c.o.c.k stretch out thicker and stiffer than ever, as if just the thought alone were the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Nick could also taste the edginess of her arousal. He could sense how close she was to o.r.g.a.s.m, just by her flavor. Now that, Now that, he thought, he thought, could be very useful. could be very useful. Certainly a theory worth examining. By now his newborn fangs were level with his regular teeth, and they seemed to be holding off from full extension at his desire. It was enough, though, that when he suckled her c.l.i.t, then drew his lips back just right, they would p.r.i.c.k at her sensitive flesh until she was crying out, thras.h.i.+ng under him. She shuddered and quaked with the wild pleasure it roused in her. Her legs had seized him over his shoulders. Her heels were digging into his back desperately. Amara's fingers were deep against his scalp; her talons nipped him again and again as she held him to herself in demand for more. Certainly a theory worth examining. By now his newborn fangs were level with his regular teeth, and they seemed to be holding off from full extension at his desire. It was enough, though, that when he suckled her c.l.i.t, then drew his lips back just right, they would p.r.i.c.k at her sensitive flesh until she was crying out, thras.h.i.+ng under him. She shuddered and quaked with the wild pleasure it roused in her. Her legs had seized him over his shoulders. Her heels were digging into his back desperately. Amara's fingers were deep against his scalp; her talons nipped him again and again as she held him to herself in demand for more.

He gave her all of that, and beyond. He dared to work a lethally tipped finger into her v.a.g.i.n.al tunnel, not drawing back yet, but keeping sunk into her as he danced his tongue over the sweetly flooded tissues of her s.e.x. He nibbled and bit at her, licked along her perineum, tasting the tangy rise in her arousal with each pa.s.sing second. He could smell it on her, especially when he pushed up her hips and tongued her flatly over the tight sphincter of her a.s.s.

She was going to come any moment now if he let her. He probed that pretty pink circle just long enough to feel her flooding his fingers and hands with hot, needy liquid. Nick surged up along her wet flesh with a single, encompa.s.sing sweep of his tongue, from rear to c.l.i.t as if he were playing connect the dots. Then he sucked her c.l.i.toris into his mouth hard and tickled the tip of his tongue against her.

She came with a scream. Her whole body locked up into an arch of pleasure, and he looked up to see the undulation of her torso and the s.h.i.+mmy of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she rode wave after wave of bliss. Relentlessly, he began to probe with the finger inside of her. He knew every single time the sharp end of his talon caught against her because it sent her right back up to a new, writhing crest. He greedily drank the resulting ambrosia as she came all over him.

Nick suddenly jerked free of her, the scratching of his withdrawal sending her over again so she was hardly aware of him surging up between her legs, taking his too-thick member in hand and shaking with the need to feel her while she came like that. He needed to be b.a.l.l.s deep inside of her while she screamed and writhed around him.